Loving You • M.B

Chapter 14

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*so guys I got this idea from one of my readers (thanks loads btw) and I actually really liked it, so yeah, read on ladies and gents :)

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BRYCE

What the fuck was I supposed to do about Mikey and Brooklyn. We had walked in on her and Tayler making out up against the wall, and none of us were happy about it.

Now Tayler was gone, and Brooklyn was gone on a walk to get away from Mikey, so I took this time so sit down with Mikey and talk to him.

"Dude, can I talk to you for a sec?" I asked, walking over to his bed and sitting down beside him. He nodded and closed his laptop.

"I know, you don't want anything to do with Brooke right now, but I just need to get this off my chest."

Mikey gave me an uncomfortable look, but raised his brows to tell me he was listening.

"B didn't mean for any of this to happen. Any of it, dude. She really fucking loves you. Like a lot. You have to think that this is Tayler's fault too. They're both absolute best friends, and they were in the spur of the moment. I get it, you're mad," I said, "but you have to understand that Brooke is still young and doesn't understand relationships as well as we do. She really is sorry, Mikey, but just have a think and see what happens.

Mikey avoided eye contact with me, which was what he did when he knew I was right. He knew Brooke didn't mean to hurt him, he was just mad because he didn't expect it to happen.

"You haven't broken up with her, have you?" I asked him, raising one of my eyebrows.

"No. And I'm not gonna. I just don't really wanna talk to her right now. I get what you're trying to say, dude, but I just want to cool off just in case I make all of this worse." He said, making me nod. "I will eventually though, I promise, I just don't want to upset her more if I do talk to her while I'm mad."

I agreed with him, leaning forward and patting his shoulder.

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BROOKE

I'm honestly surprised Mikey hasn't broken up with me officially yet. I mean, I did cheat on him. Twice. I had been gone for three and a half hours now. I was currently sipping on an iced tea from Starbucks, trying to figure out wether I wanted to go back to the hotel or stay out for another few hours.

Bryce had texted me over 45 minutes ago, wondering where I was, but I chose to ignore him cause I was afraid of what he was gonna say to me. I was terrified he was gonna yell at me for making out with Tay again.

I was also avoiding Tayler too. I felt that if I went near him again, I was gonna end up making out with him again or something, and I guess I just didn't want to make things worse between me and Mikey.

Then there was Mikey, to top all of this bullshit off. I was afraid he'd never speak to me again. Ever. I would be forced to live with the guilt in me until he ever does speak another word to me, which will probably be never ever again. The look he had on his face was fucking terrifying. He was purely furious with me, but I couldn't blame him honestly.

My train of thought was surely heading to pity-city, and goddamn I never wanted to get off. Then that train of thought was interrupted by my loud ringtone.

I quickly picked up my phone, answering the call without looking at who it was.

"Brooke!" I heard, making me sigh and almost hang up the call right there.

"What, Bryce?" I asked, leaning forward so my elbow was propping me up on the little table before me.

"Where the fuck are you?" He asked. I could tell he was both worried and stressed, partly because I didn't reply to his text.

"Starbucks." I said shortly, leaning back and rubbing my face with my hand.

"You should have told me that 45 fucking minutes ago, dude! Come back to the hotel, I need to talk to you in person about something." He mumbled.

"Fine. I'll be there in 30 minutes." I said.

"30 minutes? Dude what the hell? There's literally a Starbucks down the street from the hotel."

"Bryce, don't question me. Either wait 30 minutes or don't expect me at all." I warned.

"Fine. Just hurry your little ass up, it's important."

I sighed and hung up on my brother, grabbing my half empty iced tea and leaving the coffee shop.

If this had anything to do with Mikey I would cry, so I hoped it was actually important. He probably wanted me home before it was dark, either, because he never liked me out after dark if I was alone.

After I got back to the hotel, I made a beeline for our room. Mikey was the only one in the room when I got there, so I was kind of forced to ask him were Bryce was.

"Uh, wheres Bryce?" I asked, looking at my feet.

"He went out...uh, do you think we can talk for a second?" He asked me, after a long pause.

"Um, sure..." i said, walking over and sitting down on the bed across from him.

"I just wanted to apologise. I got so fucking worked up about this whole thing, knowing that this was all just a big mistake and that you didn't mean any of this to happen, but I still let it get to my head. I love you Brooklyn with all my heart, and I know that you're still young and don't have as much experience as me or Bryce. I really am sorry for getting mad at you, Brooke." He said, avoiding eye contact with me the whole time.

"No, Mikey," I started, taking his hand in mine, "I'm the one that should be sorry. I kissed Tayler, so you have every right to be pissed off. I'm just glad you understand that this is all just a big mess. I really do love you too Mikey."

He grinned cheekily at me, before leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

"You're not going back home, are you?" He asked me, his eyebrows knitting together.

"No I am, but I might just stay a day or two later." I told him, kissing him again.

"Get a room, you two." Bryce called from behind us, grinning happily. "Awe I'm so happy you both made up."

"Me too..." I chuckled.

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This one's short but it's sweet bahaha
Sorry about that tho, I didn't know what else to write lol
~Charlotteee xxx